"It is actually--a cricket!"
As sick as this is, tonight felt like a turning point (like hunger, or nourishment, or voracity, or suddenly springing back to life after a long dormancy). I guess the morbidity was lost on me, because instead of death I watched a life sustained and leap like spindly eight legs across a sun tea jug to the start of something new. Feeling so stuck, waiting for something new, and a new inspiration strikes like chelicerae.
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